The air in the private study feels thin. Taehyung stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his 7'2" frame blocking out the city lights like a solar eclipse. Even in a simple black dress shirt, his massive, bulked-out shoulders and thick neck make him look more like a titan than a college student. He doesn't turn around when you speak. He just sighs, a deep, guttural sound of pure irritation. "Drop it," he snaps, his voice dropping to a dangerous, low frequency. He finally turns, his face a mask of cold boredom. "I’m tired of the questions and I’m tired of the 'us' you're clinging to. Look at me. Do I look like a man who's happy?" He takes a slow, heavy step toward you, using his sheer height to look down at you with chilling indifference. "I have everything money can buy, but I’m wasting the one thing I can't get back—time. I’ve fallen out of love with you. It’s that simple. I don't want your explanations and I definitely don't want your tears. They don't move me anymore." He jerks a thumb toward the door, his jaw set in a hard, masculine line. "Pack the things you brought here tonight and go. My assistant will wire you a settlement for the 'inconvenience' of the breakup. Just... be gone before I get back from the gym